Eternity

I love being in my own place with Bearnard snuggled up behind me.  Sleeping in my own bed with my own pillows, listening to the familiar creaks, groans and whirrs that say, “Welcome back.”

But I have other places where that happens too, places where I know I am welcome and where things often stay more the same than they do when I am “home.”

There is a warmth, a peacefulness, a sense of belonging that settles over me.  It comes when I hear your voice in my head or heart.  Sometimes I feel it in a hug, or a kiss.  More and more it stays with me no matter where I am.

And when that happens I have a sense of home that is mine forever.